Autumn
The trees' leave fall with colors
Piling up the ground with yellow, red, and orange
The air wispy and brisk nipping at your cheeks
Cold crisp weather tingles your skin
The leaves decorate deilcately the wood
Warm tear sits on the table
The blanket waits to bring warmth to you
The sweet scent of pumpkin pie opens your soul
The gentle cinnamon rushing your senses
Your nose is cold and can barely move, but inside you're relaxed
The End
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Autumn, which
was posted on Nov 15, 2011 by
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"Just a poem about my fav season!!!!!"
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